User blog comment:Corbus/A New Home/@comment-3124101-20111004023520/@comment-2207385-20111004150715

Razorclaw looked at the tribe with a very curious eye, he held a very calm aura as he looked at the adults and children when his only eye widened as he saw the bloodstained adults, the children with the same as them, his mind began to flashback to his infancy with such clear images he could of sworn he was a child again.

Trembling on a little corner was Razorclaw, he was only 6 seasons old as he hugged tightly the only thing he possessed, his one katana. Not even his life was his no, he was a possession, a tool to be sharpened and used, nothing more. He trembled as he looked in front of him, the walls, the floor, his very fur covered with the warm disgusting scent of blood, he saw the bodies of children, dozens of them beheaded, ripped apart, slashed and mutilated, all of them dead by his blade.

"RAZORCLAW!?!? did you kill the children again!?! oh you stupid ferret!! you should of waited for me to get the pots ready!!! stupid child!!!" a female ferret took out a whip and slashed Razorclaw in the back, he feel to the ground shaking and crying, "I didn't.......I didn't want to mama............. I didn't!!!" The female ferret laughed, she got a piece of flesh from one of the corpses and grins, "OH shut up, you like it as much as I do, now here's your breakfast now eat!?!?" she shoved the meat down Razorclaw's throat as he cried and begged her to stop, she simply laughed and grinned as she kept on feeding him the flesh of his very friends.

Razorclaw snapped back to reality, he shook his head and was panting a bit, he stared at the tribe once more and sighed, "It's like staring at my mother's kitchen again."